Friday, February 17, 2017

About the book:

Single mom, Eisley
Barrett, prefers to keep romance safely housed within a centuries-old
mystery, but when she travels to England to unearth the secret, an actor
with a sordid past offers her reluctant heart a very different type of
discovery.

Wes Harrison has a past he’s ashamed to confess.
Suspicious and cyncial, he’s managed to avoid romantic entanglements
since a tragedy upended his career and life, that is until American
Eisley Barrett comes along. Her authenticity and kindness upend his
bitter assumptions and send his heart into unscripted territory.

When
his past threatens to ruin a second chance at love, can some
Appalachian matchmaking and letters from the grave salvage their
unexpected romance?

First Line:

One step into the massive, glass-walled waiting area was all it took. In a cataclysmic chain of events, someone bumped into Eisley Barrett, sending her purse and all of its contents skittering across the glossy floor of Heathrow International Airport.

I know that is more than the first line, but I had to give you more. This book is due to release in April, and you are not going to want to miss it!Visit these other bloggers, read their first line and leave yours in the comments.

Comments

My first line today comes from the first book in Tamara Leigh's medieval 'Age of Faith' series, The Unveiling:

~~Lincolnshire, England, October 1149~~A nightmare seized him from sleep, turned around his throat, and filled his mouth so full he could not cry out. Desperate for air, he opened his eyes onto a moonless night that denied him the face of his attacker.

I CAN"T WAIT TO READ Pepper's new book!!! My first line is from an old book that, although I don't have it's publication date, it was a present in 1908 to someone. "It appears to me, looking back over a past experience, that certain days in one's life stand out prominently as landmarks, when we arrive at some finger-post pointing out the road that we should follow." But my very favorite line is: "The heart knoweth its own bitterness, Phoebe, and it may be that in your place I should fail utterly in patience; but if we will not lie still under His hand, & learn the lesson He would fain teach us, it may be that fresh trials may be sent to humble us." from Uncle Max by Rosa Carey